Osamu Dazai. Confessions of an "inferior" person (№ 387790)

Now, sin has stained my soul in the most natural way from the cradle; as I was growing up, he not only disappeared from my soul, but, on the contrary, has grown, has eaten the soul through and through, and although I compared their night of torment with the pangs of hell, sin became dearer to me, closer to flesh and blood; the pain he caused the soul, was a sign that my sinful soul is alive; I began to see the pain as a gentle whisper.